Cries and howls rang out.
Feng Shou looked over.
It was the child from a familiar household, now clinging to the chicken coop in the backyard, wailing, "I don't want to leave them behind!"
Two hours later, those chickens had become cooked food packed in bags, and the child, with a face of satisfaction, tossed them into the vehicle.
Children of that age often fail to understand many things and are easily contented.
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Butterfly Project Space Station.
A few staff members were staring at the growing typhoon.
"Can we knock it down?"
"I'm afraid not. The probability of a successful lock-on this time is extremely low, and besides..."
A knowing glance was exchanged.
The situation now was precarious, fraught with uncertainties.
If this one were to be taken out, and another, more complex, more difficult to deal with, and more dangerous typhoon were to suddenly emerge elsewhere, what then?
No data, no experience, no solutions!
Some things couldn't be spoken aloud.